Attention!

Heavy breathing filled the quiet barracks as Artorias brought his lips down along the curve of Briar's throat, pausing every inch or so to leave a soft kiss as he went. His paws tightened around her waist, pulling her body tighter to his while he savored and loved over every inch of her skin that he could reach. Every breath he took was filled with her scent—gods, did he love her scent!—and his paws slowly roamed over the increasingly familiar curves of her body. Artorias' hips shifted and rolled into Briar's with every slow movement, holding himself on top of her while grinning down at his beautiful girlfriend. He gazed into those turquoise eyes he loved so much, losing himself in the passion and love the two young lovers shared.

For the past several weeks since their passionate encounter during the thunderstorms, Briar had been sneaking out to join him in the barracks, spending the night enjoying one another and sleeping in each other's arms, then sneaking away before dawn. It gave the two young lovers some private alone time without anyone being any wiser. Artorias brought his muzzle down to nuzzle into the crook of her neck, kissing at the two circular scars left on Briar's throat that were hidden beneath soft, tawny fur in time with his thrusts. His eyes drifted closed as he lost himself in Briar, drowning out the world outside of them, quietly moaning her name against her neck.

And then came a sudden pounding on the barracks door. Artorias' heart stopped as his head snapped up with a start, turning to gaze at the door with wide eyes. No sooner had he looked, the door swung open, and in stepped the Warlord. Artorias' heart leaped up into his throat while he made eye contact with Sirius, amber eyes wide with fright. What would Briar's father think seeing him on top of his daughter like this?! Turns out, he thought it was excellent...? Sirius' words only barely registered in the young wolf's brain as the panic held him frozen like a deer in headlights, unable to move from on top of Briar while the Warlord stepped back outside, giving the two a chance to untangle themselves from one another.

Artorias looked back down at Briar, his brain trying to process what had just happened. He had no words, completely stunned speechless by shock and panic. He slowly slid himself away from Briar and climbed to his paws, shaking off his fur and giving himself a few minutes to cool off before daring to go face the Warlord. There would be no way to get the smell of Briar off of him nor the smell of sex from both young wolves, so they'd just have to deal with whatever came next. Artorias paused by the door when Seer called in for the two of them, mentioning some sort of disaster. His brow furrowed. A disaster? Had something happened?

"Don't worry, I'm here with you," he whispered to Briar when she came to the door as well, pausing just long enough to place a gentle kiss on her lips before swinging the barracks door open and stepping out into the cool morning air. At least is wasn't raining yet, though the heavy gray clouds overhead threatened to change that. "What's going on, sir?" he asked, moving out of the doorway enough for Briar to slink out behind him, hoping to distract her father from what he had so clearly seen with whatever crisis he had on his paws.

"Artorias" | "Corbin"